The Pagoda and the Silver Dragon's Old Acquaintance
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The moment Gu Yuena's silver eyes locked onto Nan Feng, the flow of Soul Power throughout the entire Jialing Pass paused for a split second.
Nan Feng felt as if his soul had been pierced by an extremely fine silver needle. That gaze pierced through the light membrane of the Tower Realm, through the surging Primordial World Power in his meridians, and through the slowly rotating Primordial World Imprint deep within his soul. Gu Yuena was looking at the origin of his soul, watching how the Primordial World Imprint formed from the fragments of Earth took root, grew, and Martial Soul Fusion in the Douluo Plane.
"The Pagoda God fought with me and drank with me back then." Gu Yuena's voice wasn't loud, but every word carried the ancient pressure of the Silver Dragon King. "You are his successor? The Primordial World Power in your soul is of a higher rank than his Pagoda God Godhood."
Nan Feng levitated the tower before his chest, the silvery-white Purification light of the eighth floor intertwining with the silvery-blue Samsara light of the seventh floor to form a stable halo. He nodded. "I am his successor."
Gu Yuena took a step forward. The distance between her and Nan Feng shortened from ten steps to five. Her silver hair fluttered in the night wind, and the silvery-white dragon scale patterns on her skirt flickered. Her gaze swept over the tower in Nan Feng's palm, and the patterns on each of the nine layers of the bronze tower were clearly presented in her silver eyes.
"Even in such a dilapidated state, it still managed to be pieced together to the eighth level." A strange light flashed in Gu Yuena's silver eyes, as if she were recalling something extremely distant. "When your ancestor reached the eighth level, the tower cracked five times, and each time it was forcibly repaired by the power of the Divine Realm. You didn't use the power of the Divine Realm; you repaired it yourself with Primordial World Power. Your tower is purer than his."
Nan Feng sensed a very faint resonance when Gu Yuena's silver dragon Soul Power touched the tower. The Silver Dragon Scale on the eighth floor of the tower shone slightly in Gu Yuena's eyes. These were formed from the silver dragon essence blood that Gu Yuena had sprung into the tower when she broke free from the seal. The silvery-white Purification light had an added silvery undertone.
"And you're not cultivating a divine position." Gu Yuena's silver eyes locked onto his, her gaze churning with extremely complex emotions. "You're cultivating the Immortal Dao."
Nan Feng remained silent. Old Huai held his breath in the Tower Spirit Space, his remnant soul's face bearing an extremely solemn expression. The Silver Dragon King was an old friend of the Pagoda God; she knew that the Pagoda God Pagoda God cultivated a divine position and that he would ultimately be stuck at the Peak God Level, unable to break through. She saw through Nan Feng's completely different path from the Pagoda God at a glance.
Gu Yuena turned around, her silver eyes looking towards the direction of the Spirit Hall's camp outside the pass. Bibi Dong's Rakshasa Divine Power had already subsided under the impact of Gu Yuena's silver light, but Nan Feng sensed with his Treasure-Appraising Spirit Light that the dark purple Soul Power fluctuation was rising again. The phantom of the Twin Spider Emperor condensed again above the Spirit Hall's camp, and the dark purple light of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe shone brightly again amidst the Twin Spider Emperor ' hiss.
"She's gathering her strength." Gu Yuena's silver eyes remained unwavering. "The successor of the Rakshasa God is using the pressure of confronting me to forcefully break through the bottleneck to God Level. She's close to becoming a god."
Nan Feng sensed that Bibi Dong's Soul Power fluctuations continued to rise. A dark purple pillar of light rose from the Spirit Hall camp. Although it was not as violent as the first time, the light was more solid. The phantoms of the Twin Spider Emperor opened their huge mouths simultaneously in the pillar of light, and jet-black beams of light poured out from the two Spider Emperor, merging into the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in Bibi Dong's palm. All the dark purple divine patterns on the Demon Scythe lit up, and extremely complex Rakshasa God patterns appeared on the surface of the scythe blade.
Bibi Dong's figure rose from the Spirit Hall camp. She stood in mid-air, her long black dress billowing in the dark purple divine light, and the phantoms of the Twin Spider Emperor intertwined behind her, forming a black and purple spider web covering hundreds of steps. Her purple eyes pierced through the entire plain outside the pass, locking onto the top of Jialing Pass and the person behind Gu Yuena.
Nan Feng are expected.
"Silver Dragon King," Bibi Dong's voice descended from mid-air, cold and sharp, "You can protect him for a time, but not forever. The Rakshasa God's divinity is awakening at an accelerated pace, and my divine position will soon be complete. On the day I become a god, even the Silver Dragon Power will not be able to suppress the Rakshasa God."
Gu Yuena didn't turn around. Her silver eyes remained fixed on the direction of the Spirit Hall camp, silvery-white dragon scale patterns spreading from her skirt to her entire right arm. "The day you became a god, his Immortal Dao had already reached a realm higher than that of God King. You couldn't suppress him."
Bibi Dong's purple pupils narrowed sharply. She poured all her Rakshasa Divine Power into the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, Demon Scythe flew out of her palm and transformed into a jet-black blade of light that stretched for hundreds of steps, slashing towards the top of Jialing Pass. The blade of light was not aimed at Gu Yuena, but at Nan Feng behind Gu Yuena.
Gu Yuena raised her right hand. Silver-white dragon scale patterns spread from her arm to her fingertips, and a silver dragon claw condensed in her palm, with silver Dragon God runes slowly rotating on it. She pushed the dragon claw forward, and a silver light that spanned a hundred paces shot out from the claw tip, colliding with Bibi Dong's pitch-black light blade fifty paces in front of the city wall.
Silver and dark purple light exploded in the night sky, the shockwave slicing half a foot off the ground of the plains outside the pass. The pitch-black light blade shattered into dozens of dark purple fragments, falling onto the ground in front of the city wall and corroding large areas of frozen soil into scorched pits. The residual power of the silver dragon claw continued to advance, cleaving a crack more than three feet deep in Bibi Dong's Rakshasa Divine Power shield. Bibi Dong's figure was forced back dozens of steps by the impact of the silver light, the phantom of the Twin Spider Emperor twisting violently in the silver light, its dark purple divine light suppressed to less than 30%.
"To harm him is to harm me." Gu Yuena's voice wasn't loud, but every word carried the ancient, oppressive aura of the Silver Dragon King. "His path is higher than your Rakshasa God's."
Bibi Dong's purple eyes locked onto Gu Yuena amidst the silver light. Her Rakshasa Divine Power trembled violently under the impact of the silver light, and the phantom of the Twin Spider Emperor flickered behind her, unable to maintain a stable form. She remained silent for a long time before finally retracting the Rakshasa Demon Scythe into her palm. The dark purple pillar of light slowly receded from her body, and the phantom of the Twin Spider Emperor gradually faded behind her.
"Silver Dragon King," Bibi Dong's voice was as cold as ice, "You can protect him for a while, but not forever." She glanced at Nan Feng one last time, her gaze churning with extremely complex emotions. Then she turned and sped towards the Spirit Hall camp, the dark purple pillar of light gradually dissipating in the night sky.
Nan Feng stood atop the city wall, the tower suspended in front of him. He sensed Bibi Dong's Rakshasa Divine Power slowly receding towards the Spirit Hall camp, but her Soul Power fluctuations did not weaken; instead, they became more solid during the receding. The Rakshasa God's divinity was awakening at an accelerated pace, Bibi Dong was using the pressure of confronting Gu Yuena to forcibly break through the bottleneck of the God Level.
"She's practically a goddess," Nan Feng said.
Gu Yuena turned to face him. Her silver hair and purple eyes gleamed with a cold light in the twilight, and silver-white dragon scale patterns flowed slowly on her skirt. Her silver eyes moved from the tower in Nan Feng's palm to the depths of his soul. That gaze pierced through the Tower Spirit Space and saw the Primordial World Imprint slowly rotating in his soul.
"The Pagoda God chose the wrong path back then." Gu Yuena's voice was calm, but a complex emotion flashed in her silver eyes. "He cultivated a divine position, but was stuck at the Peak God Level for thousands of years, unable to break through. He guarded the entrance to the Abyss, using the pagoda to suppress the entrance to the Abyssal Outer Domain, but the power of the divine position itself comes from the Divine Realm, and the power of the Divine Realm comes from the Abyss. Therefore, he could only suppress, not eradicate."
Nan Feng nodded. Old Huai had said the same thing in the Tower Spirit Space.
Gu Yuena examined the tower in his palm. The nine-story bronze tower slowly rotated in the twilight. The silver-white Purification light of the eighth floor intertwined with the silver-blue Samsara light of the seventh floor, while the black Return to the Void pattern on the sixth floor lay quietly at the edge of the halo. The patterns on the surface of the tower were extremely complex. From the first floor's Mountain Suppression to the eighth floor's Purification, each layer contained extremely ancient Primordial World runes.
"You've chosen the Immortal Dao of cultivation." Gu Yuena's silver eyes locked onto his gaze. "Primordial World Power is the oldest origin of all realms, even God King must bow before it. You're walking a path higher than that of gods."
She took a step forward. Silvery-white dragon scale patterns spread from the hem of her skirt to her entire right arm. Ancient emotions surged in her silver eyes, as if she were recalling something, or perhaps making a decision. "I have lived for hundreds of thousands of years and have seen countless human Soul Master. You are the most special one. You possess the aura of the ancient Primordial World world, older than this world itself. Earth is the last fragment of that Primordial World, and your soul carries the hope of the entire Primordial World."
Nan Feng levitated the tower in front of his chest. He sensed that Gu Yuena's silver dragon Soul Power resonated with the Primordial World Power, a resonance that was deeper than Zi JI's Purple-Gold Dragon Emperor and more ancient than the ice attribute origin of the Ice Empress and Snow Empress.
"The path you cultivate is the only one I've ever seen that could potentially surpass that of God King." A glint flashed in Gu Yuena's silver eyes. "Cultivate your Immortal Dao well, and when you've mastered all 108 divine abilities, even God King won't be able to stop you."
She turned and walked towards the Star Dou Great Forest. Her silver hair fluttered in the night wind, and the silvery-white dragon scale patterns on her skirt flickered. After taking three steps, she stopped without looking back.
"The Abyssal Outer Domain are in turmoil. Your ancestor died guarding the pass. Your tower is key to sealing the Abyss, but your Primordial World Power is the root of that sealing. The God King of the Divine Realm cannot suppress the Abyss because their divine positions are themselves part of the Abyss. Only Primordial World Power can completely seal the Abyss."
After taking her fifth step, her figure transformed into a streak of silver light, sweeping towards the Star Dou Great Forest. The silver light left a silver archway across the night sky, illuminating the entire horizon. After the archway dissipated, twilight once again enveloped Jialing Pass.
Nan Feng stood atop the city wall, the tower suspended in front of him. He sensed Gu Yuena's silver dragon Soul Power gradually dissipating in the distance, but the Silver Dragon Scale she left behind quietly merged into the eighth level of the tower. The silver-white Purification light on the surface of the tower was more solid than before, and the Purification Power of the eighth level could withstand the Rakshasa God divinity.
"Gu Yuena." The Old Huai poked its head out from the immortal tree, its remnant soul's face bearing a complex expression. "The Silver Dragon King has broken free of her seal; she is an old friend of your ancestor. Moreover, she knows more about the truth of the Abyssal Outer Domain than anyone else."
Nan Feng retracted the tower into his palm. He sensed that Tang San's Sea God Godhood light was slowly receding in the direction of the city wall, Xiao Wu's Asura Jade Rabbit Martial Soul was quietly dormant on the city wall, and Zhu Zhuqing's nine shadow clones dissipated from the shadows. Bibi Dong's Rakshasa Divine Power completely subsided in the direction of the Spirit Hall camp, but her Soul Power fluctuations became more solid in the silence.
She's practically a god.
Nan Feng stood atop the city wall, the red ribbon on her left wrist fluttering gently in the night breeze. Within the Tower Spirit Space, Zi JI's dragon scale orb and Gu Yuena's Silver Dragon Scale floated quietly, one purple, one silver, reflecting each other in the azure-gold celestial light. The nine-story bronze tower slowly rotated in her palm, the silver-white Purification light of the eighth floor intertwining with the silver-blue Samsara light of the seventh floor to form a stable halo. The black light of the sixth floor Return to the Void, lay dormant at the edge of the halo, awaiting the awakening of the ninth ring.
"The Primordial World is superior to the Divine Realm," said Gu Yuena.
Nan Feng tucked the tower into his palm and walked towards the city gate tower.